fire
Golden tongues reach for the sky,
Dancing shadows flicker by.
Warmth that flickers, fierce and bright,
Burning through the darkest night.
Crackling whispers, embers glow,
A fleeting beauty, watch it flow.
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Timothy
My fingers inch closer to the keyboard, itching to obliterate a day's worth of work. It's some of my best writing I've done to date, but at what cost? The words seem to bleed, dripping onto my desk. For a millisecond, I'm sitting in front of a crime scene, looking at dead, begging eyes. Why? Why me?
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 days ago in Fiction
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